We see that familiar opening sequence – various scenes of UK life, taken from the introductions to previous episodes – a field, a beach, a pub, a motorway… And then we’re looking at something new….
A large sewage treatment plant. A mini montage of big circular pools of household waste, being chewed up and cleaned by large rotating mechanical arms… It looks like it smells terrible. The occasional member of staff, checking equipment, wearing full overalls and masks. Everything is concrete and steel – everything grey and old (including the staff), then…
Charley, our hostess, in her spotless white mini-dress (the strapless front low and showing off the huge chest tattoo that declares her as the ‘World’s Greatest Dogwhore’), her long black hair tied back in a tight-ponytail.
Her stack heels (she’s avoided the stilettos this week as most of the walkways are steel mesh) clang on the metal floor as she walks confidently toward us. She soldiers on without a mask, clearly affected by the smell, but – well, we all know that virtually nothing disgusts Charley!
She speaks directly to camera as she approaches, “Welcome to the United Kingdom of Zoo… (deep breath) I’m Charley Ozvik, and I’m going from one side of the country to the other, and top to bottom, searching for lovely ladies who need my help to make their depraved sexual fantasies into depraved sexual realities…”
The title, “THE UNITED KINGDOM OF ZOO” flashes up on screen over a graphic showing the UK, with little pins appearing, each pin representing each location we’ve visited throughout the series. Right now, a pin is flashing toward the south-west, indicating that…
We cut back to Charley as she enters a small office complex, closing the door behind her. The look on her face suggests that she’s shut the smell out.
“This week we’re in Swindon in the south-west of England, to meet a lady who has a fantasy that even dirtier than her dirty job…”
We meet our next subject in the small kitchen of the little office block, making a cup of tea.
She’s a slim, pale skinned, woman with stringy hair and the kind of mouth that is extremely animated when talking. She’s quite pleasant without being particularly attractive.
Wearing a heavy turtle-neck sweater that highlights her slim frame and a decent but not large pair of boobs, and a tight knee length skirt that shows off slim thighs and what appears to be a quite shapely little bottom. The head might disappoint, but it looks like the body could compensate.
She speaks with an almost indecipherable west-country accent, “My name is Rachael Chambers, I’m 35, I’m a single mother, and I work at the Sewage Treatment Plant here in Swindon.”
Charley leans casually against the wall of the small kitchen area, holding a mug of tea, whilst she talks to Rachael, who perches her pert behind on the little kitchen counter as they talk. Just a couple of girls having a chat in the kitchen. We occasionally cut to a male worker’s reaction at the conversation.
Charley jumps right into the interview. “So, tell us a little bit about yourself, and why we’re here today…”
Rachael takes a breath so that she can just blow the words out, and there are plenty of them. “What can I say? I was born and raised in Highworth, which is just outside Swindon. Had a really good childhood. Good parents, always very loving. I got pregnant from a one night stand just before I was supposed to go to uni, and I just stayed at home. So I was 19 and I had a little girl. Like I said, I just stayed home and looked after her until she went to school, so I basically didn’t meet anyone, like ‘romantically’, so I was basically celebate except for my fingers!” She laughs a little too much. “When Millie went to school I realised I had to get out of the house, and I got a job here… Not a great place to meet men…”
We cut to her two co-workers, neither of whom look particularly put out at her last comment.
Back to Rachael, “So here I am, very single, a little frustrated… The only person who seems to understand me is my little girl – and she’s not so little anymore…”
Charley asks something off camera – Rachael replies, “She’s 16… And she knows so much more about the world than I do!”
Charley interrupts, “What does she think about you being here today?”
Rachael is very animated, looking a little wild (but in a fun way), “She’s the bloody reason I’m here! We watched the show together, you know, two girls having a giggle together… We’re more like best friends rather than mother and daughter… We’re watching all these women having sex with dogs, and we’re both just laughing and laughing… And I wasn’t really turned on or anything – I don’t know if she was – I never asked… But one day she says to me, ‘One of us has to go on the show’… I said, ‘Bloody hell girl you’re only 16… It’s 2 years before you can do that!’ And she says ‘I can’t wait that long – it’s gonna have to be you!’ Then she says, ‘You know you want to!’ And I’m thinking, I don’t, but then I’m thinking, I bloody do, you know… Honestly, it had never, ever, turned me on before, but the second she suggested it I was, like, ‘I want to do that!’” She looks incredulous.
Charley laughs a little then asks, “So what is it about bestiality that turns you on all of a sudden?”
“I have absolutely no idea… I don’t like dogs. Not even to play with. I don’t NOT LIKE them, but I don’t LIKE them. I don’t see them and think, I wish I had a pet dog… But there’s something about watching them on your show. I used to think I was laughing at the girls on the receiving end – like they were cheap and desperate, and I wasn’t… Then I realised I was actually a bit jealous of them for doing something wild and dirty… Then, when Millie said one of us should go on the show, and said I had to do it… I suddenly realised, I WAS jealous of the girls… And it WAS because they seemed to be having so much bloody fun!”
“What turns you on about having sex with a dog?” Asks Charley.
“Well, like I said, it wasn’t so much about being turned on, it was more about being jealous – and I really don’t know why I feel jealous. It’s a horrible, dirty, disgusting thing. It doesn’t look good on tv, and the girls almost never look good doing it… But they just seem so… I don’t know… Free, maybe? They’re just doing what they want to do, and they’re getting off on it. And, I suppose, I think it’s also a little bit about Millie. Like, when she said one of us should do it, and when she said I should do it… I felt like she wanted to share that moment… And I just wanted to do it for her, as much as for me.”
“Of course, Millie is underage, so she can’t be here today – but would you be comfortable with her watching on if she was old enough?” Probes Charley.
“I probably should say this, but she’s watched me having sex before… She was very curious about sex a couple of years ago, so I picked up a guy in the pub and brought him home. She watched from the cupboard. Poor bugger would probably have a heart attack if he knew there was a 14 year old girl watching from the shadows… Maybe he would have liked it.”
Charley can’t resist asking, “What if she wanted to join in?”
Rachael pulls a face – a very twisted, half disgusted, half never-thought-of-that face… “I suppose, if she was ‘of age’, and she wanted to, and he didn’t mind… I wouldn’t want to stop her.”
Charley goes for the kill, “And what if HE was a dog?”
Rachael smiles a little, lopsided, nervous smile… “’Ave you been talking to her?” She laughs. “She just said to me this morning – ‘If it’s fun, I want to try it too, we’ll have to get a dog and share him…’”
“And what do you think about that idea?”
“You know what? If I was to buy a dog to be my lover… What right would I have to say no to my daughter? And what right would anyone have to think that was weird?”
Charley pauses for a moment, taking in the idea of a mother-daughter-dog threesome. “So… I usually ask the question, ‘If this goes well, do you think it will change your life?’, but I suppose we’ve already answered that one…” She pauses, thinking of another question… “Now… Because home is off limits… You’re going to have sex with the dog, right here, at work… Infront of your workmates… Does everyone here know about your fantasy already?”
Rachael looks over at the other workers. “Yeah, I told a couple in the office when you accepted my application – then word got around, and I think just about everyone knows now.”
“And what reaction have you had to that?”
“Not much to be honest. I think everyone is too embarrassed to say anything. I was embarrassed at first, but over the last week I’ve just realised that this is going to be on the tele, and I’m going to have to come in the day after anyway, so why be shy?”
Charley winds the interview up, “I suppose all that’s left for me to do, is to ask you to get ready before our four legged friend arrives…”
Rachael nods, and begins to peel off that tight sweater. As she pulls it up her body the first thing we notice is that she is very slim – not skinny, not muscular, just slim. And pale. The next thing is that she’s wearing nothing beneath the sweater – and her boobs are in pretty good shape for a mother in her mid-thirties. Not particularly large, but firm and still winning the war with gravity.
She unzips her skirt at the side and lets it drop to reveal a firm, pert bottom and slim but firm thighs. She’s wearing a g-string that’s virtually not there.
She stands in the middle of the room, completely comfortable with being almost naked despite the presence of a couple of co-workers. Someone has said something to her off-camera and she is responding. “It’s okay if they want to stay – just don’t spoil anything, okay? And don’t laugh at me…”
The co-workers laugh among themselves and give her the thumbs up. One of them asks, “Can we wank?” Rachael flashes them a look – not angry, more like a teacher looking at naughty children. “You can wank, but just don’t cum on me, okay!” The guys laugh again.
She poses for a few seconds, looking a little awkward with having nothing to do as much as anything. Raising an arm over her chest, for warmth. “It’s a bit bloody cold in here though… Where’s this dog I’ve been waiting for?”
We cut to the outside of the sewage plant. Two familiar faces – one human and female, the other canine and male. She’s in a red minidress that’s almost too tight for comfort, and he’s covered in long black hair. She introduces them in voice-over. “I’m Carol, and this is my special friend Rebel.” She says as they approach a building. Her face suggests that the air stinks around here, his tongue is hanging out, suggesting that he can’t get enough of the local atmosphere.
She continues her voice-over, “The United Kingdom of Zoo gave me the chance to fulfil my slutty desires, now it’s our turn to return the favour!”
They enter the building and we immediately cut back to the staff room as they enter. Rebel sees the almost naked, very pale and slight, Rachael standing, waiting for him, and immediately pulls against the chain in Carol’s hand, almost pulling her off her feet.
Rachael smiles and opens her arms, bending forward to welcome the beast.
Carol quickly unhooks Rebel’s chain and lets him head over to say hello to his new bitch before he can dislocate her shoulder.
Our guest squats down and lets the dog push up close against her – licking at her. Licking her chest, her boobs, her nipples. She puts a hand on the back of his head and holds him in place, letting him lick her tits a little more, concentrating on having him lick her nipple.
She looks up at the camera and comments that, “It feels nice… He’s got a lovely soft tongue… Warm too…”
Carol speaks, off camera, but we hear her clearly, “You should feel it on your pussy… It’s pretty fucking special…”
Rachael looks up at her, “Yeah?” She smiles. “I think I will…”, and she flops back on her backside, her knees up and wide apart – then leans back on her elbows so she can sit upright and watch the dog at work.
He digs deep, his big snout pushing right up to her hot snatch. His tongue sweeping between her pussy lips, working into her slot. He doesn’t care about her clit, he’s all about the taste of the wetness – but his tongue still runs over it on most strokes – and that tongue is long and warm and wet, giving her an amazing sensation as it slops over her.
She throws her head back and smiles, gasping out loud, as the licking begins to get good to her. She catches her breath, then looks up again, then over to her workmates with a little extra grin… “How do I look?” She says.
They both give her the thumbs up as they drink their coffees and smoke their cigarettes.
She looks back down at the dog as he continues to lick her cunt. Watches him with her mouth a little open, lost in the moment… Sighing slightly… Then more… Her mouth opening wider, then her opening her thighs a little wider to let him work her deeper. Then his head is on its side as he pushes even deeper… And his tongue is sliding deeper… And then she’s shaking, and her eyes are closed, and her head is back… And she’s cumming, hard.
“Huuurrrrhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moans, from somewhere deep in her chest. “Ooooohhhhh Goooaaaaawwwwwwwddd!” and her head is hanging right back now, her mouth wide. Then another wave of pleasure ripples through her and her whole body jerks so hard that it scares Rebel away. By the time he steps back toward her she has curled up in a little foetal ball on her side and is protecting her over-sensitive sex with both hands between her thighs.
She lays there for a moment, shaking a little as the orgasm passes, then looks up at us with a big smile. “Now THAT is a well-trained dog!” She jokes.
“That’s what all the nice girls say!” Mutters Carol from the other side of the cameras.
“I bet they do!” She laughs.
She sits up and turns her attention to the dog. “What else do they say, eh?” She begins to ruffle Rebel’s head and neck.
Charley does an impression of the dog talking, using a silly voice to speak out of the side of her mouth, “They say ‘Fuck me, Rebel. Fuck me hard!” Then she laughs, as do Carol and Rachael’s workmates.
Rachael smiles her toothy smile and pretends to be the reluctant slut. “Oh, okay then, I can’t take a hint…”
She assumes the position – on her hands and knees, then down to elbows and knees, leaning back, pushing her tight little arse back toward Rebel, who has been watching her from across the meal-room. She looks back over her shoulder at the dog and snarls, “Fuck me, Rebel… Fuck me hard!”
Rebel knows what this means… He’s heard it from the mouth of plenty of women… And he likes to hear it. Mouth open, smiling, tail wagging. He pauses… Then he rushes her and mounts her from the rear – grabbing tight, his paws around her hips and resting on the front of her slim thighs.
He pokes at her pussy with his semi-erect cock, trying to get inside her, trying to have his fun… She pushes her backside toward him, trying to open up the target of her pussy for him…
He’s thrusting at her and the tip of the cock is soon in and around her pussy, in then out – him altering the angle of his hips, twisting and turning to get closer. Her gasping and moaning the whole time, the occasional louder shriek as he hits the target… Then he’s suddenly home – his cock hitting the bullseye – the tip, then the shaft disappearing inside her wetness.
This time Rachael gasps loudly – a look of surprise and delight on her face, a wide, open lipped smile as the dog’s cock slots inside her flesh.
From the side angle we see him on her back – pumping at her, her B-cup titties jiggling under her. Her body pale and slight under his dark hairy bulk. He gets a good pace going, and as he does her expression changes from that smile or delight, to a look of intense concentration – taking the pain in return for the pleasure.
The two co-workers don’t leave their seats, but they crane their necks to see a little more of the action – their fellow employee being fucked hard by a big dog right on the floor of the staff canteen. One of them is rubbing his crotch, which has a noticeable bulge in it. The other just continues to smoke his cigarette.
On the floor, we continue to watch as Rachael takes a serious pounding from the dog. She grunts and moans as his cock slides in and out of her. Complaining, “Oh, he’s a bit fucking big… Fuck…” But always looking happy with it despite the struggle. “Oh fuck he’s big…!”
Rebel shows no sympathy to her… If the bitch can’t handle the size of his cock, she shouldn’t have let him fuck her… He keeps pounding, harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper… Leaving her with her mouth wide in a silent scream… Holding that face as he rams into her… Until he stops ramming. Standing still over her, gripping around her belly… His head on her back…
“Is that the knot..?” She gasps, looking up at us with a worried look on her face. “Fuck… He’s knotted me…” She looks down to the floor… “That’s too big… Too big!”
Inside her pussy, he’s swelling up larger. She slaps the palm of her hand against the tiled floor… Crying out, “Bloody hell… That’s… Oh shit…” Twisting her face up.
Supporting her weight on one arm, not sure what to do with the other one – slapping the floor, squeezing her boobs, making a fist in the air… She’s stuck somewhere between the pain of having something too big to fit inside her, and the pleasure of warm, pulsing action in her pussy.
A close-up on his arse puckering and his balls twitching is accompanied by Rachael’s distinct accent moaning, “I can feel him cumming inside me… Oh, wow… That’s… Wow…”
Close up on her face… Strained. Teeth gritted, waves of pain and pleasure flooding through her and she’s not sure which is coming next.
Whilst this is going on, we get another little cutaway of the two co-workers, now both rubbing their crotches. Carol standing over the dog and Rachael, casting a quick look over at them and smiling – the kind of condescending smile a woman can give to a man who’s got balls so blue he’d do anything… “Get ‘em out boys… You might as well have your fun too!”
We cut to a wide angle, looking across the room – Rachael on her hands and knees in the middle of the floor, a big black Alsatian on her back, his cock jammed into her cunt… A cameraman lying on the floor, shooting upwards at her pussy. Charley kneeling beside them, watching up close, Carol standing over them, nominally holding Rebel’s collar, but essentially just staying close to the action so she can see everything live. In the background, cameramen, soundman, our producer, and two co-workers (both with cocks out, slowly wanking themselves as they watch).
Then we’re back to a low-angle close-up of Rachael’s cunt – deformed by the huge knot, half-in half-out on an ugly angle. A few bubbles of grey dog spunk seeping out around the edge… Charley has grabbed a drinking glass from the kitchen and is holding it under Rachael’s pussy, catching the first few drops…
Rachael makes an extended whining/moaning noise indicating that this slow breach is more than a little painful… Moaning that, “I think ‘e’s coming out…”
And then, with impeccable timing – “Oooohhhhhhh!” as the whole thing pulls free, the still erect shaft slithering out behind it, cum spilling out of her distended pussy into the glass below… We watch in graphic close-up as cum spills from the open lips, a mini waterfall showing just how long Rebel was coming in his bitch. Rachael lets it drain, then pushes the last few dribbles out, making pussy fart noises and bubbles as she squeezes it.
Rebel stumbles away and Rachael rolls over to sit her cute bum on the cold floor, her legs wide, pussy still exposed, a hand between them, soothing/massaging herself. “OOhhh, that’s a bloody nice feeling, isn’t it?”
Charley and Carol both smile and nod.
Charley holds the glass up, “It’s a lovely feeling, and it’s a lovely taste too…”
Rachael takes it, a slightly doubtful look on her face. “I’ll be the judge of that!” she says as she takes the glass and holds it up to camera. “Cheers!” She says, and without looking at the contents or sniffing them, simply pours the content into her mouth – swills it around, pulling a face that suggests she doesn’t love the taste, spilling a little over her chin, catching the rest, then makes a big deal of swallowing it in one.
She looks back toward the camera, slightly out of breath, using a finger to scoop a little wetness from his chin into her mouth, sucking the finger. “That was quite nice, wasn’t it..?” She says, looking over at Rebel, then to Carol… “Will he have more?” A smile cracking over her face.
Carol nods, “There’s always a little bit more…”
We cut to a shot of Rachael, still on her backside, legs out wide, with Rebel being backed up to her, standing between her thighs. Carol reaching under her dog to flip his cock back to Rachael, telling her to, “Just hold it behind the knot…” The less experienced slut does as she’s shown, and she’s suddenly in control of seven inches of Alsatian cock. Still hard, still twitching in her hand, sending another little squirt of doggy jism onto her face as she leans in toward it. She smiles in reaction, then leans in faster, opening her mouth and taking the tip of the cock into her mouth. Closing her lips around it, closing her eyes at the same time. Sucking and thinking about sucking…
Carol moves back to let the new girl have some space. Watching her boy being pleasured. “It’s always nice to see another slut with her dirty mouth around his fat cock – but I don’t half get fucking jealous!” She looks around.
Our cameras stick with Rachael as she works the shaft of the dog’s cock in and out of her mouth, savouring every second of it. Loving it… Off camera, what we didn’t film, was Carol heading over the two co-workers, kneeling down between them, pulling the front of her mini-dress down, and giving them both alternating, very wet blowjobs as they fondle her tits – neither of them taking their eyes off Rachael’s dog-sucking activities.
Rachael sucks until Rebel’s cock has started to shrink and go soft. Trying hard to keep it hard with increasingly desperate sucking and licking. Ultimately looking quite lost and disappointed when his dick finally disappears into its sheath. She wipes her face and boobs, then looks around and cracks into a fit of giggles. Viewers at home will never know that she’s not laughing at her situation, but rather at the sight of Carol with two cocks in her mouth as two men hold one tit each, apparently trying to pull them in completely opposite directions.
Cameras off, we all watched as Carol got both men off in her mouth, letting their cum spill out of her mouth and drip onto her tits. After all this time its actually strange to see her with a man rather than a dog. When she’s finished, she even gives us a cheeky little bow.
We cut to a few minutes later, Rachael smiling into camera, looking energised. “That’s a pretty wild experience… I didn’t think it would be that good, to be honest.”
“What was your favourite bit?” Asks Charley.
“All of it. I liked him licking me, liked him fucking me… I liked his knot… It hurt, but it was very good… I liked his spunk. I liked sucking his cock… I just enjoyed it all.” She replies brightly, eyes twinkling.
“And how do you feel about it now?” Pushed Charley.
Rachael thinks for a second, shrugs her shoulders. “I dunno… I feel good about it. I’m looking forward to doing it again.”
“What will you tell Millie about this, then?”
“I’ll tell her the same thing I told her about sex… You should only ever do what you want to do… You should take responsibility for whatever you do… And you should do everything you can to enjoy it, because it doesn’t last long… In short, do it, own it, love it!”
“So if she wants to have sex with a dog, you’d let her?” Confirms Charley.
“I’d be a bit of a hypocrite if I said she couldn’t after I’ve done this…” Laughs Rachael. “Seriously though, if she wants to do it, I’d encourage it, I think… Dog’s aren’t going to break your heart. They won’t get you pregnant and bloody run away, will they?! It’s just harmless, well, mostly harmless, fun and games. Lots of fun, yeah.”
“If there’s one thing I really love in this world – other than a fully erect dog’s penis – it’s a woman who tells it like it should be told…” Charley says, turning away from her guest as she speaks – reaching over to a crew member who passes her a small package. Then, turning back, “And you truly are a mother after my own heart. I wish my mum had been as open with me about sex!”
The mother in Rachael really shines through now, “But then you might have turned out differently and not become, ‘this’,” she indicates Charley’s surgically enhanced and tattooed magnificence, “wonderful bundle of fun!”
Charley nods, “Maybe so… But I am what I am… Meanwhile, you are what you are – which is a proud citizen of the United Kingdom of Zoo…” She hands over the white package. “So, here’s your gift pack. Use it with pride….”
Rachael unwraps the pack – the traditional white “UK of Zoo” t-shirt is wrapped around a ‘UK of Zoo official replica dog-cock dildo – Rocky the Rottweiler edition’, alas there is no ‘Rebel’ dildo yet. She holds the t-shirt up against her naked chest and holds up the dildo. “I’ll treasure them both… But I’m sure little Ms Millie will have them off me within a week!” She laughs.
Charley smiles, then turns to face the camera as Carol arrives with all the mock tv host interest she can muster, cum still shining on her exposed chest.
Charley – “Next week we’ll be back in the capital to meet another lusty lady with depraved desires… Until then…” She turns back to Rachael. “Should we open up that toy and give it a test run?”
We fade out as the three women begin to open the box.
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